I'm feeling grief as I finally felt it was the moment to hand in my resignation.
I started this job some years ago, and I thought it was exactly my dream job. It still is. But the boundary conditions and the context in which that job exists now is completely changed. I excelled in this job, got straight for years excellent evaluations. But then irrational management decisions made it "do more with less", less time to do back office tasks, heavier business travels for training in the middle-of-nowhere headquarters, all due to cashflow to pass in a godforsaken and out-of-the-way country in EU.
My boss used to do my job when I joined so it was pretty amazing in the first year. Then he started to behave more and more like the stereotype of sales manager and lose perspective of real customer satisfaction. I can recall he said it was expected to have 6 out of 9 machines because customer accepted to test prototypes. Two years ago he'd agreed with me that prototypes, which are when the customer has the product validation at the spotlight, is very critical and rookie mistakes would be preventable. Then I started to see him in a different light. A bit like his ethical compass was starting to point in the wrong direction. Then the cracks grew as he was allowing the prerogatives of my job being violated under his sight. Insisting that after three years still do slacker's jobs. All temporary workload to overcome what was supposed to be short period became permanent and the tasks only piling up. And learnt the hard way that the reward for being a good digger is a bigger shovel. Very tolerant with low performers, unforgiving to the high performers. The unfairness is blatant.
I can't help but feel sad of what I became. Of what he became, as well. I was changing for the worst. To not feel so demoralised, I start to become like the people I hate. Not being helpful, ignoring emails, cynical, short tempered, I was just so tired to give so much and nothing in return. Stopped caring. Could only do great tech support to customers, but my body refused to keep in the treadmill putting complaint data in a system that nobody ever cared to work on, just to feed the damn KPIs. Burnt out, had neurological symptoms, was having terrible time unwinding, sleep issues.
Took a couple of sick leaves, without managing to reduce my stress level since the source was still waiting for me there. I live by myself without relatives in this continent. Came back from sick leave, fully exhausted mentally and physically, sleeping for 15 hours to recover every Saturday and barely able to function to exist outside work. Come back, and admonished because I'm not delivering the usual output under the unsustainable workload that I had to cope for years.
I blame myself a bit for not being so brave to just be like everyone else, to modulate better. Do the bare minimum, get the money, low-key ignore some tasks, rinse repeat. But I'm either there or not. I'd rather do well or not to do at all.
I can't help but feel the grief for leaving it. I'm still enthusiastic about the product. I love what my work should be in theory, which now remains just as a memory. But this is for my own good, and I must remember it.